poetry diary

I rhyme to see myself, to set the darkness echoing. (Seamus Heaney, from Personal Helicon)

At the seaside

That colourful stone,
disturbed by winter storms, turns
to sand in my shoe.

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For haiku heights September challenge.

Drawbridge

A squirrel pauses;
chestnut branch like a drawbridge,
defending summer.

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For haiku heights September challenge.